March 02, 2004
I thought I would
I thought I would post about my day -- boring, but I have to write something. From what I can tell, that seems to be the whole point of blogging.
I got up at about the usual time -- 6:45 am. I hardly ever hear the alarm, but I usually wake up when Scott's getting out of the shower. I got up and made him a bologna sandwich for lunch, cleaned the kitchen a little, and went back to bed. :) I didn't do that as often before I started taking Lexapro, but now I love to sleep in late -- a side effect that is not supposed to happen, but I have a friend who takes it with the exact same result. Hey, but I don't mind so much. Being sleepy is so much better than being depressed.
At a little after 9 am I was awakened by the phone. It was Cassandra calling to gripe about the situation with her friend (whom I've never liked) and how she's dumping her little 16 mo. boy off on her to babysit all the time while she goes and "parties". I listened for awhile, and was finally able to extract myself from the conversation because I had to visit the ladies room. ;) Cassandra doesn't intend to do anything about this problem of being taken advantage of -- she just wants to complain.
And so then I was up for the day. I made some more patches for my friendship wall, read a few blogs, listened to some random music (including Weird Al), downloaded a few songs for myself and Charity, brushed Padi and Obi (my shelties) and waited for Rush to come on. Oh yeah, and you'll be really glad to know that I pulled 2 dog ticks off of Padi's head -- which I hate to do, but Scott waits until they're gi-normous. I listened to Rush, and continued to work on some graphics. I fixed a few things on my template to include a different e-mail address (left column). I use a script that prevents it from being "harvested" -- we'll see. I'm tired of hotmail, which I never remember to check. I also researched how to spin fiber into yarn with a spindle, and found some instruction on how to make and use one. If I enjoy it enough, I may have an excuse to get some Angora rabbits. I think I'm getting way ahead of myself, LOL. I have a way of doing that.
This afternoon I watched Clean Sweep. I didn't really enjoy this episode all that much, so I made dinner (beef stroganoff with rice) while watching it. But I did love the idea that they did with vinyl tile on the floor. I didn't really like the colors or the pattern, but I liked the idea. I want to plan and shop now to redo my bathroom floor in vinyl tiles, because I can do it myself and it's very cheap. I'm tired of the lovely plywood since we ripped up the carpet -- long story involving kids using the bathtub as a swimming pool. I'm going to find out what colors are available and then draw up a plan using a few different colors in a pattern. Scott likes the idea too.
When Scott got home we watched Seinfeld and Law & Order. I crocheted on the baby afgan. I'm about halfway done now.
Then Scott and I got on our computers for awhile. The kids tried to watch Whose Line Is It Anyway? -- which I don't like them to watch without us, as some of it is inappropriate. Scott and I could hear it tonight, and we had to tell the kids to turn it off. We decided tonight that no one's watching it anymore. Well, you can, but we're not watching it here anymore.
We had a family prayer, and Scott read us a story about faith. Then the bedtime ritual began. Why is it that no matter how old kids get, they never seem to want to go to bed or get up when they're supposed to? We go through it every night -- especially with Ian (12) and Christopher (9). We send them to bed, and they forget. It always takes several reminders. Tonight Ian went and got on a video game in the living room. He couldn't understand why Scott grounded him. We can never seem to get the kids to bed before 11 or 12 pm.
So while I was listening to Scott lecture Ian, I played on Neopets for a few minutes. I haven't played in months. Scott's asleep now, and I'm debating on whether or not to play a little longer...
Posted by 2Flower at March 2, 2004 11:55 PM | TrackBack